Chapter 122 Dumpling Soup

Han Qian wore goggles and earplugs and held a Type 95 pistol in his hand. He was a little nervous. This was the first time he had touched a real gun.

If Han Qian is lagging behind, no one in this world will compete with him.

There are more than 100 shooting galleries across the country that are open to the public, allowing ordinary people to experience real guns and live ammunition, and there are also some private places like Huang Xin's that are only open to acquaintances.

It's just that the prices here are much more expensive than some that are open to the public.

Moreover, the pistol here does not have a fixed chain, but if you want to take the gun away from here, it will be more difficult than climbing to the sky, because you need to change the equipment.

Han Qian was a little nervous holding the gun. He pointed at the target in the distance and pulled the trigger for the first time.

Missed the target.

The recoil was very strong, not like the feeling in the game at all. Han Qian pulled the trigger continuously in one breath, but none of them hit the target. He continued to change the magazine. The coach on the side was already starting to feel upset. He had seen many people who came here to practice shooting. of guests.

There are quite a few people who take money for granted, but there are not many people who are dishonest like this.

I tried changing the 95 to the 92, and then to the 22LR.

After six or seven magazines were loaded, Han Qian found that the 92 felt the best. Gradually, it no longer missed the target. Not to mention hitting the bullseye every time, at least it no longer lingered on the edge.

Shaking his sore arm, Han Qian removed the empty magazine, turned off the safety, took off his headphones and smiled at the coach.

"I want to try Noba."

The coach smiled and nodded. He guessed that the young man didn't know that he spent less than 10,000 yuan in such a short time.

certainly! Han Qian must not know, otherwise the miser might commit suicide by swallowing a gun.

After walking out of the room, Yan Qingqing stood up, walked forward, squeezed Han Qian's arm with both hands, and said softly.

"How about it?"

Then when he looked at the coach, his smile disappeared and he frowned.

"How many hits the target?"

The coach laughed.

"Thirty-three, bullseye six, pretty good for a first time player."

Yan Qingqing stopped talking and accompanied Han Qian to the field. Yan Qingqing repeatedly asked Han Qian to try the two new big guys. Han Qian always smiled and shook his head and said that the recoil of the MP5 was relatively small. In fact, he felt sorry for the money.

It's just that for Han Qian, this slight shot... it can only be said that it is not suitable for him. He basically never hit the target, which is far from the perfect shot that Han Qian thought.

When Han Qian was about to pay the bill, Huang Xin smiled and refused.

"Yan and I have always been friends, so you don't have to worry about money for these bullets, but I will definitely not give you a discount next time I come back, hahaha! Young man, take care of yourself for a while after you go back."

Han Qian insisted on paying!

There was still 2,000 yuan stuffed by Nuan in his wallet. He refused Huang Xin's kind reminder, but Yan Qingqing grabbed her ears and dragged her away.

At this time the coach brought over the price list.

Huang Xin took it and glanced at it, and then when he was about to throw it away, he noticed the name on it.

Han Qian?

Huang Xin suddenly laughed.

"Gangzi, did the Lin family and his son mention this Han Qian when they came over not long ago? Oh? I remember Gao Qingcheng also mentioned it many times when he was chatting with his little bitch. He seems to be a very interesting person. Get ready. Please order some topical medicine and send it to Qingqing."

Han Qian, who was swinging his arms in the car at this moment, didn't know that his name had spread in the circles above, both good and bad.

Yan Qingqing was not in a hurry to go back and took Han Qian to find a dumpling restaurant.

Han Qian devoured the dumplings, while Yan Qingqing refused to eat. She dragged her chin with her hands and picked up the vegetables for Han Qian, saying softly.

"Han Qian, you have something on your mind, right? But you don't say it, or you don't know who you should go with. It's useless to tell people you're not close to, but if you tell people you're close to, they'll still worry and hold it back. If you feel bad in your heart, you can tell it to me like a story. Don’t be too strong, don’t be too proud, don’t embarrass yourself too much. You put all the burdens and responsibilities on your shoulders. This kind of life is too tiring. In fact, you did nothing wrong."

Han Qian, who was about to put the dumplings into his mouth, paused, then shook his head, lowered his head and ate the dumplings. Yan Qingqing didn't feel uncomfortable, so she picked up the dumpling soup and blew it to cool down. She was very patient, and Han Qian sighed.

"I made a lot of mistakes. If my original plan had been more perfect, my mother's body might have been healthier. If I had worked harder and persisted, Wen Nuan would not have become what it is now. If I... ··”

"There are no ifs."

Yan Qingqing interrupted Han Qian's words, and the dumpling soup was delivered to Han Qian. Han Qian raised his head and looked at Yan Qingqing in confusion. Yan Qingqing smiled softly at Han Qian and then continued.

"If you hadn't gone through so much, you wouldn't have become what you are now. You are very proud and you have your tolerance. I have never regarded your tolerance of me as your good temper. In fact, I know you When your contract with Nuan Nuan was about to expire and you filed for divorce and took the initiative to ask for compensation, I realized that you were very proud."

"I'm not proud, I just don't want to owe others. I don't have anything on my mind. I just don't like being plotted by others. Lin Zongheng wants to buy my leg, Qian Ling's test, Gao Jingcheng wooing Su Liang today, Liu Shengge's attention, Li Dongsheng's grudge, these things are in my heart, I can't help but think about it, and I don't want to implicate others. I feel that I am quite macho and can show off."

Yan Qingqing smiled and put the dumpling soup to Han Qian's mouth and said with a smile.

"Yes, machismo, tradition, mysophobia, pride, and a little bit of an angry youth, a little bit of a miser, but isn't this what a man should have? Han Qian, you take your responsibilities too seriously. In fact, you can try to let go of some responsibilities. .”

"A seven-foot man is upright. If I let go of my responsibilities, I might become a decadent person. In fact, my self-control is very poor. It is my responsibility that forces me."

"Including you think you can't marry Wen Nuan, don't touch everything that comes to your door, and would rather be a virgin?"

"It's not a shameful thing. If I haven't touched something, I won't think about what it was like before. But if it is touched by me, I hope it is mine and belongs to me alone. I say this Is that okay?”

"You lack confidence."

“Confidence is not blind.”

"Strong words."

"You're gone."

"Sister showed it to you on purpose."

"I lied, but actually I didn't reveal anything."

Yan Qingqing was surprisingly lifeless. She just kept holding the dumpling soup and waiting for Han Qian to pick it up.

Don't rush, don't rush, don't get angry, don't be embarrassed.

Han Qian took the dumpling soup, lowered his head and said softly.

"Thank you, don't be too nice to me, my master is ungrateful."

"It's okay, I know, Han Qian! Do you want my sister to help you say goodbye to your virginity?"

"How can I help?"

Yan Qingqing pointed to the small hair salon opposite the dumpling restaurant. Han Qian drank the dumpling soup in one gulp and stood up.

"Go home! You pay."

"Okay, my General Han."

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